So a month ago, an undisclosed friend (you'll see why in a minute) told me about this awesome event called Policy and a Pint that's going on next Tuesday. It sounds like it's going to be a good discussion - focusing more on the economic aspects of environmentalism than anything. I've always thought that environmentalism must be rooted in sound economic practice to have any sort of lasting effect (though I haven't read one of the highest-regarded books on the subject). You can't ask people to sacrifice a way of life just to stop global warming, but now there are benefits to driving a hybrid over a hummer (for example) because what was once marginal (gas prices) now looms large.
(note to self: upcoming counter-intuitive post on why hybrids are actually bad for the environment)
Anyway, so this event sounds fun, right? Will you be in Minneapolis and would like to go with me? Well, TOO BAD. Pre-registration is over.
Now, I understand the benefits of pre-registration. You need to estimate how many people will be there, how much money you'll take in, proper girl-boy ratio, etc. But there is no excuse for not even mentioning pre-registration on your website until it is too late! I checked it when I first heard about this event, and there was ZERO mention of pre-registration! So now, instead of taking off work a couple minutes early to listen to an awesome discussion and enjoy some hops and barley, I can take off work a couple minutes early to get on a waiting list, and pray to the gods of intellectualism that I can sacrifice my hard-earned 10 bucks to learn something??
So anyway, this undisclosed friend apparently learned about this pre-registration through some non-internet sources. Non-internet sources? What is this, 1990? She probably reads a newspaper too, LOL. Anyway, said undisclosed friend "pre-registers", yet neglects to tell other interested friends about this "pre-registration" process. It's the equivalent of saying, "Oh, I'll make you a really tasty cheeseburger this Tuesday, October 16 at 5:30 p.m., but then I'll eat it and leave you with nothing, sorry" Talk about kicking a man while he's zipping his fly, sheesh. And, randomly, USC football sucks. BOOYAH